wordless

25 Jun

dragonfly drifts over fields of lavender

fresh baked satisfaction on a sunny summer morning

in a place which feels like Italy but is not Italy

but the place where dreams are born

and burst out upon an eager world

throats parched, skin dry

in need of some wet sure nourishment

an imagination they can taste

and hold close against their skin

dazzling the heart

and comforting the mind

wordless

is the message

buried deep within the depths of things

waiting for the showers to begin

and the first rays of a precious light

to pierce open the shell

and give motion to the moment

wordless still

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